Category: Poetic Forms
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For dVerse Quadrille “Fair”
dVerse Poets Quadrille Photo by Matheus Frade on Unsplash Written for dVerse Poets “Quadrille – Fair” and Twiglets “Head to Toe“. A Quadrille is a 44-word poem sans title. © Misky 2021, shared with #apoemaday on Twitter.
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dVerse Poets Haibun Monday
I want to believe in tenderness that’s gentle as a candle, tender as a single vine growing up a tree, the sweet tones of a sparrow’s song, but I can’t stop looking at those crows across the street, balanced like pegs on a telephone line, and clawing at the roof ridges, clinging to the bare…
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dVerse Quadrille: Ashes
The Railroad’s Cottages Those railroad cottages withendlessly long roof ridges,chimney ash to rise and fall. Living’s not easy by the rail-line. Clotheslines with shirts drying.Trouser legs frozen. A woman’scrying heart drying in the cold. And another train flashes its rumbling noise across the window. dVerse quadrille “ash”. 44-words sans title. Images by Unsplash. Shared with @Experimentsinfc #APoemADay on Twitter…
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Miz Quickly’s Day 11: Monday
11 October, Monday: Not by choice, my alarm lets me sleep through all its noise until 8:30. That’s every day, not just today, and then I smell coffee. It starts brewing at 8. Perhaps it’s the coffee that wakes me up. I think coffee is supposed to do that. A few stretches, and I shower.…
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5 October: dVerse Quadrille #137
On The Beach (draft version) On the beach, a poppy-red stone,it looks angry as a military planet.It’s strewn amongst some revellers’litter, wine bottles and tipsy air.The waves siege against the shore,the sea gurgles its drying fury, and air orbits around our fragrant dust. (all for the sake of a party) for dVerse Quadrille #137 “stones”. Shared…
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for dVerse Poets: Haibun Monday
It’s Just Words Someone once said that I was a prolific. As a writer. At the time, I thought it a compliment. Years later, I’m not sure that’s a good thing. Being prolific. It’s like standing in a bucket of your own sweat. Being overcome by noise. Your own noise. So you can’t hear your…
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dVerse Quadrille #135
The Worst Parts The man she loves is dead,and left her a thorny heart.It’s torture. And so she knits. It numbs. It’s transcendental.Self-medicating. Melancholystitching a repeating groove. Her rhythm never judges –the needles know shedoesn’t want to move on. Written for dVerse Quadrille #135 “groove” . Shared with @Experimentsinfc #APoemADay on Twitter ©Misky 2021
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A Limerick: Fakery
Fakery There once was a woman who sneeredat anything looking austere.The tags on her clothes, which she carefully choose,had ink, when wet, that smeared. Written for Fandango’s One Word Challenge #FOWC Today’s word is “Austere”. Photo by Laura Chouette on UnsplashShared with @Experimentsinfc #APoemADay on Twitter ©Misky 2021
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1 Sept: An Elevenie
Clouds steelgrey gliding east to westpassengers on the windclouds Poetic form: an Elevenie. Shared with @Experimentsinfc #APoemADay on Twitter ©Misky 2021
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31 August dVerse: Back to School
Elementary I’ve become vaguely dubious about the roller blinds in our classroom. My teacher pulls the blinds down every Wednesday at noon, just before the air raid siren blares, and I don’t see how curling into a ball under my lift-top desk with my back to the window helps me survive a nuclear bomb. And our…
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